时代

　　Life”s Junctures

　　哎哟，别偷懒了，还是翻译吧！

　　Oh dear, stop being lazy, shape up and do the translation!

　　泡上一杯香茶，翻开经书，提笔翻译。脑海里却如同银幕般浮现了我此生的一幕幕场景。

　　Making myself a cup of jasmine tea, I picked up a pen and turned the pages of the scripture. However, instead of translating, my mind began to play out scenes of my life one by one.

　　牧童时代：蓝天中点缀着几朵白云，无忧无虑的我光着脚丫奔跑于草原上，与其他牧童一起哼唱着欢乐的歌，几百头牦牛都是我们亲密的伙伴，我们一起在无垠的旷野中尽情地撒野。

　　The time as a shepherd boy: With white clouds sailing in the blue sky over stretches of green field, I ran around barefooted with other boys, singing happily. We had hundreds of yaks as our close friends and we enjoyed ourselves to our heart”s content, rolling over the vast undulating terrain.

　　学生时代：如同阿里巴巴打开了四十大盗的宝藏，背上书包走入校门的我和同学一起，在知识的宝库里尽情地采集着无穷的珍宝。

　　The time as a schoolboy: I was like Ali Baba who stumbled upon the secret cave where 40 bandits had been hiding their treasures. Carrying my book pack, I walked into school with my classmates and collected heartily many jewels in the chamber of knowledge.

　　闻思时代：披上袈裟，与成百上千的道友一起，依止上师，闻思经论，遨游在佛法的海洋中，荡涤着身心的障垢。

　　The time as a monk studying and contemplating: Donned in a monk”s robe and in the company of thousands of spiritual friends, I came under the care of our Guru. We studied and contemplated sutras and shastras; we surfed in the vast ocean of sacred Dharma, purifying the obscurations of our bodies and minds.

　　翻译时代：与汉地的众生接上特殊的因缘后，深感藏地佛法精髓的不可多得，拿起笔、翻开书，在冥思苦想中度过了许多时日。

　　The time as a translator: As fate would have it, opportune connections were made with many Han people. Keenly wishing to share with them the precious treasures of Tibetan Buddhist teachings, I determined to translate its essence into Chinese. With pen in hand I buried myself in the scriptures, spending numerous days and nights delving deeply into my thoughts and racking my brain.

　　现在应该进入修行时代了，记得阿底峡尊者来藏时，曾询问仁钦热沃译师能否帮助翻译，译师回答说：“我的头发都已经白了，不应再翻译，应该修行了。”尊者赞同地说：“的确应该修行了！”如今，我的头发已白了许多，却每天停留在词句的表面，并未将所了知的进行实修，使法融入相续。如果再这样下去，马上就进入死亡时代，并最终成为历史时代了。

　　Now it should be my time to enter into the practice phase. When Master Atisha arrived in Tibet, he asked Rinchen Riwo”s help to translate. The veteran translator replied: “Can”t you see my hair is turning grey

　　 I should not spend time on translation any more, I must do my practice.” The Master agreed admiringly: “Indeed it”s about time for you to practice.” These days, my hair is also turning grey rapidly. Lacking authentic practice, what I know still remains on the superficial level without melding into my mind. If I do nothing about it, I”ll soon be propelled into the phase of death and become history.

　　壬午年五月二十一日　

　　2002年6月30日 　

　　21st of May, Year of RenWu

　　June 30, 2002